Here's the confessions of an unrepentant Skinnee
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From the depths of my soul
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in my hole in New York City
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I arose from my frozen abode
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in the north Came forth on course
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and write my rhymes from the source
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To delight Dr. Lecter I'll recite some invective of my own
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Here's my quid pro quo Omens and portents
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have come forth in torrents
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It's time to realize my rise
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has been foretold
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From the sticks to the streets
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I beat a path that'll last
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I came to NYC by the way of the pasture
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Naive and pure,
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I stepped from the steppes
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From the pie to the apple
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like Ming it's merciless
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But my mastery of majesty brings tragedy
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My mastery of majesty brings tragedy
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My insanity loves company
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so I stray into the fray
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cause the chaos comforts
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But some of thee in front of me
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want to rumble The fauna, causing trauma
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in the jungle I be
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the lion in winter,
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the hinterland
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dweller Accapella
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dash fast like a sprinter
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Test me like litmus,
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but witness the fitness
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Of my wit
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quick come get with this
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The sun comes up and I run with the animals
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Enter wild kingdom
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The sun goes down and I run from the cannibals
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Enter wild kingdom
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The sun comes up and I run with the animals
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Enter wild kingdom
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The sun goes down and I run from the cannibals
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Enter wild kingdom
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Due to my ability
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to flow with agility
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I take my place amongst the nobility
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But fuck the futility,
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my mobility is upwards
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But my cupboards be bare like Hubbard's
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and it's killing me
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Stress make me pound my chest like a Gorrilla
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be To prove my verility
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search for sense and sensibility
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Like Austin
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I lost in Philly, D.C.
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or Boston
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so I jet back to Willy B
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But trust in me,
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like Kaa said to Mowgli
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I've escaped the snake like Houdini,
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so hold me Enthralling,
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I'm calling like the wild 100% intelligent man-child
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Now I'm making ends
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and I'm trying to make ends meet
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Hoping that the enemy and lurking
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where my friends be To feed
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on em like a frenzy of pirhannas
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While some silly Sallies
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dilly dally
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like the Lama Make no mistake,
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I'll frustrate them when they hunt me
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More underground than Salman Rushdie
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My learning's obscuring like Jude
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I want to walk like you,
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I want to talk like you
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so what's the hullaballoo,
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we've got the bear necessities
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I'll secure you're secrets with my opens
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and my sesames effervescently sent to inlay,
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rhizomes,
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like Jim Jones says Hey,
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KoolAid
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The sun comes up and I run with the animals
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Enter wild kingdom
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The sun goes down and I run from the cannibals
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Enter wild kingdom
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The sun comes up and I run with the animals
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Enter wild kingdom
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The sun goes down and I run from the cannibals
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Enter wild kingdom
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Wild Kingdom
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2 Skinnee J's |